Billionaire's Match (Khloe and Nick Hunt) novel Chapter 44

Chapter 44

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Chapter 44

Denise sent a message, and the reply came almost instantly. She asked to make a quick voice call, just a minute, and the other party agreed without hesitation.

Now, everyone could hear the heiress herself. Excitement buzzed through the room. Even Tina leaned closer to Denise, unable to hide her curiosity.

“The Morrison heiress really is free, huh? Replies instantly,” Khloe murmured softly.

Denise shot her a sharp glance, but no one else seemed to notice. It was normal for the heiress to be prompt with messages, especially since she and Denise were supposedly close friends.

Soon, the voice call connected.

“Hello?” A bright, playful voice came through, slightly clipped in tone.

“Miss Morrison, sorry to disturb you so late. I’m with some friends right now, and they all admire you—they’d love to hear a few words from you,” Denise said, her tone cloying with polite flattery.

Though she claimed to be close friends, it was obvious to anyone paying attention that they weren’t. Still, knowing the Morrison heiress well enough to call her? That alone earned points.

“Oh, hello everyone,” the heiress responded, her voice carrying a delicate poise.

“Miss Morrison, I also have a friend who claims to know you-her name is Khloe,” Denise hurried to add, holding the phone out toward Khloe with a cold, pointed glance.

All eyes in the room turned to Khloe in that instant.

There was a momentary pause on the other end. “Ah… I know a lot of people, some names I can’t even remember…

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Denise quickly interjected, “No worries, Miss Morrison. You don’t need to be polite. My friend tends to exaggerate

she’s probably just joking.”

“Oh… okay,” the heiress replied, her voice betraying a slight unease.

Khloe had had enough. She snatched the phone. “Miss Morrison, may I ask what you’re doing right now? I heard you were invited to the international charity gala tonight. Are you at the event?”

“Oh, yes… yes, I’m at the gala right now,” the “heiress” stammered.

“Sorry, the event is about to start. I’ll have to cut this short,” she added hurriedly-and before Denise could speak again, she hung up.

Denise hesitated, sensing something odd, but quickly turned to Khloe. “Well? Wasn’t that a reality check? The Morrison heiress doesn’t even know you!”

Khloe’s voice was icy. “Denise, where exactly did you ‘add’ this Miss Morrison from? Are you blind to the fact that she’s a fraud? After all these years in university, your judgment still fails you?”

Denise’s face flushed red, panic rising. “Khloe, what are you saying? You’re exaggerating-surely you can’t handle losing?”

The truth was, Denise wasn’t completely sure it was the Morrison heiress. She had added someone she thought was a top-tier socialite from a Goldmont City elite group.

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